“Sitting outside today, ‘working on my novel’, I noticed two flies having sex.”

(This list is mostly complete. What little else I may have out there doesn't merit mention, though this list kind of still makes me snicker, and there was a 2005 essay I liked, about Riga, Latvia, in which I discussed the city's stillness, beauty, and how its women wore very tight pants. But I can't find it.)

Maybe consider subscribing to one of the journals above, or donating to one that's free? They all are or were run by outstanding specimens of humanity. And sure, you could do more to show your appreciation—you could send them diamonds, recreational drugs, or sign them up for lifelong subscriptions to my new startup, Jeevs, which delivers handsome and highly-skilled manservants to clients every month. But subscribing/donating is less morally ambiguous and only takes a minute.